Weather was great for photography with a very dense fog. Clouds obscured the sun, so the fog remained for the full morning. Nice weather, but no birds. Who said a photographers life is easy?
I spent about an hour lying at the lakeshore, with only a few mallards and greylag geese somewhere in the white distance. At least, I guess they were mallards and geese, judging from the sounds I heard, coming from a distant invisibility.
Suddenly, out of this great white nothing, came a Great Blue Heron flying in. It landed right in front of me (still at 46 meters, according to the EXIF). I rattled off at a slow shutterspeed (as I had planned to do pan blurs this morning) and got a few nice ones. The Heron peered into the fog, roughly to where the clicking sounds came from, but clearly could not see me through the dense fog. Good to know I am not the only one with bad vision on foggy and gloomy early mornings. After a few seconds, the Heron decided not to take any chances and disappeared as quickly as it had landed. Again I had an eerily empty lake in front of me, but with the shots bagged, I packed up and went for some macro photography a few miles further.
Great Blue Heron; Canon 1D mark III w. 500/4 IS and 1.4x; 1/50s at F5,6 and ISO200; tripod and camo cloth.